There's a new club in London, and it's all anyone can talk about.
Normally, Constantine wouldn't care, but the reports are...odd.
It's a club that no one knows the name of, and apparently the only way to be permitted entrance is to just 'follow the wind' and eventually end up there?
Whoever attends has the equivalent of a religious experience, and is never the same again. Sometimes they display PTSD, sometimes they go from shy and quiet to boisterous and super extroverted; it's an unpredictable scale.
But they all say they had the time of their lives.
It sounds like magic, honestly.
More concerning, there's also talk of drugs that no one knows the names of. Talks of people who had friends eat or drink at the club and found themselves unable to leave. People who go in and literally forget their name.
He...maybe admits he needs to look at before some fae court enslaves all of London.
So he takes to wandering the streets of London at night, just willing himself to find the damn place.
Also trying to find anything off or odd, and following unknown magic signatures that could be fae in nature.
After a month, he finally finds it.
It's a club in the Infinite Realms, only accessible through a constantly moving portal.
Is so much worse than the fae, for so many reasons.
First and foremost, there's definitely a lot more missing people he has to find and drag back to the mortal realm, if they're still alive. And sane.
Why is there a lot more people missing?
Because the portal is constantly moving, which means there's no way it's just been migrating through the backalleys of London.
This is confirmed when he meets eyes with a very exhausted looking Green Arrow, who has been missing for a good three weeks last Constantine heard.
Green Arrow tiredly lifts up a glass of something in a toast, beckoning Constantine over.
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